tis all i have
these empty arms
a want to have them filled
a fragile ache
reminding me of home
tis all i need
one more hello –
the memory of morning
the warmth of sunday
sheets
against my hope

tis everything
i knew you were
the moment i was found
to find your whispers
living here
somehow
tis everything
i want –
only this
only this
words across a table
only this –
only now

. . .